Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's flow,
Where the are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers
It was there that I attended "The Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the walls.
The women folk lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Ball."

Their leader was a that came from Swenson's ranch,
They him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous
His were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em men.
"Saloot yer lovely critters; now an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson just takes the cake with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when leads the show,
I've seen 'em in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."